Mary walked into the garden, golden
In the morning sun. I gave her sweet tea
She bowed her head and I touched her shoulder
When she lifted her face to smile at me
It so felt like a gift she gave, for free.
I’ll give a welcome, sweet tea, and a smile
To all who sit in my garden, to while
Away the morning before the day’s care
I offer my guests soft words and no guile.
It might be an angel who joins me there.
for Frank Hubeny’s dizain prompt at Dverse